I Came Home to Find My Belongings Thrown in the Yard—My Dad Called It “Trash”

doorway. The walls were no longer the muted blue I’d painted before my first deployment. They were now a soft peach color with little star decals scattered across one corner. A white crib sat near the window. A rocking chair rested in the opposite corner. The floor was covered with a beige rug, and shelves held stuffed animals, diapers, and folded continue reading …